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SIDE STORY **Torren doesn't make it to his horse, the warrior blocking his path is none other than the Beta who has betrayed him. “Where do you think you're going? You still owe me something!” The Beta's voice is colder than Torren's ever heard. Behind them, Haesir is taking out more of Torren's warriors, Torren watches with horror as Haesir’s axe takes a head clean off. The head rolls against the blood-painted snow. It belongs to one of his Chief's allowance. More blood splashes across the trees as Haesir takes out the other two with the same furious cruelty. “Why are you running away like a coward?” Luca mocks the pale Alpha, stepping even closer, their gaze clashing. “This has to end soon. My chief already has some good news: his mate, whom you wanted to kill, just gave birth. So, I'll present your head as a gift on his special day,” He smiles tightly, and for the first time, Torren gets a glimpse of the deranged beast within. The deranged glint in Luca's eyes seemed to make
SIDE STORY **Whatever Torren was about to say is instantly cut off as an arrow whizzes through the air, missing Torren by a few inches, but it lodges in the warrior who has just spoken to him.The warrior doesn't get the time to scream, his eyes widen with horror as the arrow protrudes from his chest to his back. Then he falls limp against the cold Forest floor. “Ambush!” Torren yells, stepping away from his warrior's fallen form and ripping his sword out of the sheath on his back, his eyes snap to Luca's as all hell breaks loose around them.“How is this possible?” Torren cries, all around them, arrows fly as Dahome warriors burst out of the trees as they surround them. They shout their war cries, their weapons raised in the air. Then from behind one of the thick trees, a figure emerges. Luca's attention snaps to the familiar face. Haesir. His jet black hair is tied back in a single long braid, his eyes burning with a coldness that makes the air shift. His dominant Alpha pr
SIDE STORY * * Torren bursts out of the tent, his enraged roar splitting through the air. Just a few distances away, the lifeless body of the Alpha lies sprawled in the dirt, his lips blackened, his eyes frozen wide in a silent scream. Poison. Panic ripples through the village as Warriors rush between huts, shouting and grabbing weapons, as they search for one person, but Torren already knows it. His prisoner has escaped, and his rage burns hotter than fire. He storms up to the second warrior, the one assigned to guard Javier. The male's face is pale as Torren shoves him hard. “How did he escape?” His voice cracks like a whip. “They fooled us! You were supposed to watch him!” The warrior stumbles backwards, his hands raised in surrender “H-he cut himself deep. I thought he was going to die, so he begged me to get bandages…” Torren’s snarl is low and cruel. His hand flashes out. “You couldn’t see through such a pathetic trick?” His fingers lock around the warrior’s throat.
SIDE STORYThe sound of horse hooves grows more distant. Fainter, until it vanishes completely.Luca was gone.Javier releases the breath he’s been holding. Outside the tent, he can see the shadows of warriors standing with their weapons crossed, blocking any hope of exit or entrance.Two Alphas. Torren isn’t taking chances, but Javier has no intention of staying here, rather than becoming a tool to control Luca, there must be something he can do. Adrenaline pumps through Javier’s blood as he paces the large tent for what feels like hours but is really only seconds. The thought is already forming as his gaze catches on the supplies he and Luca had gathered before arriving at this camp. Javier grabs the small sack containing a few clothes, ointment. . . The stainless dagger hidden among the fabric catches his eye, its sharp gleam reflecting his own hard expression.Sorry, Luca.I cannot listen to you. There was no way he would sit by and watch Luca face an impossible choice.It's
SIDE STORY * * Javier doesn't speak but Luca can see the questions burning in his eyes. “Get back inside,” Luca says quietly, but Javier has already seen too much. The omega’s gaze darts between Torren and the armed men, understanding dawning in his eyes. Everything is wrong. Has Torren discovered it all? What is Torren planning to do with Luca? Both anger and anxiety spread through him, thinking Luca is in possible danger, but acting impulsively will only get him in more trouble, so for now, Javier unwillingly retreats into the tent. Luca let out the breath he'd been holding. At least Javier hadn't made an outburst that would put them in the spot. He turns to Torren who is still watching, “I’ll get back to you with my response,” “Don't make me wait for too long, you have only until the sun goes down,” Half a day? How close was Torren to implementing his plan? Luca storms back to his tent, his heart pounding with the dread his expression hadn't been able to give away. “
SIDE STORY * * Dawn approaches, and Luca can already feel the striking bolt of tension in the air, even before he steps into the war meeting tent where five other chiefs…rough men with hardened faces, each a leader of the clans that now follow Torren, are already waiting. He enters with a confident grace that only a Beta of his strength could possess in the presence of pure Alphas. All pairs of gazes are directed at him, the rigidity of the air tells him that they had already been discussing. And it had been about him. Torren clears his throat, breaking the uncomfortable silence. “Welcome, Luca Greyfang!” Torren is the only Chief who seems excited; he approaches Luca with a grin, and the murmurs from the other Chiefs grow louder. They clearly do not like the idea of someone who used to be an acquaintance of Lyrien working with them. Luca is brooding inwardly, too; he wants to get this over with as fast as possible. The further they stay in the enemy's camp, the more dange